PETER. [Calling after the DOCTOR.] Good-night, Andrew. I'm afraid the world will have to wait a little longer for the big guesser. Drop in often. I shall be glad to see you here.
WILLIAM. [Quickly rising on the couch, looks towards the peg on which PETER GRIMM'S hat hung. Calling.] Mr. Grimm! Where are you? I knew that you were down here. [Seeing PETER.] Oh, [Raising himself to his knees on the sofa.] I see you now!
PETER. Yes? [There is an impressive pause and silence as they face each other.
WILLIAM. Oh, you've got your hat;… it's off the peg…. You're going.
Need you go right away—Mr. Grimm? Can't you wait a little while?
PETER. I'll wait for you, William.
WILLIAM. May I go with you? Thank you. I couldn't find the way without you.
PETER. Yes, you could. It's the surest way in this world. But I'll wait,— don't worry.
WILLIAM. I sha'n't. [Coaxingly.] Don't be in a hurry … I want—[Lies down happily.] to take a nap first…. I'm sleepy. [He pulls the covering up and sleeps.
PETER. I wish you the pleasantest dream a little boy can have in this world.
Instantly, as though the room were peopled with faint images of WILLIAM'S dream, the phantom circus music is heard, with its elfin horns; and, through the music, voices call "Hai! Hai!" The sound of the cracking of a whip is heard, and the blare of a clown's ten-cent tin horn. The phantom voice of the CLOWN (very faint) calls: